Jiang Yue was dubious about this tempting reward: "Really? You don't look very reliable."
The system wants to scream at the top of its lungs, how unreliable he is!
There is no more dedicated system in the world!
She is the one who is unreliable.
Specializes in playing cards not according to routines.
[Oh, you will know what it is by then. 】
【Usually it gives you a chance to choose your destiny again. 】
Jiang Yue just listened for the time being, not being confused by the system's rhetoric, nor being affected by these words.
She said calmly: "What you said is best true."
The system doesn't dare to say anything right now, as everything has variables for her!
The system ran away in despair with its non-existent tail between its legs.
It's snowing again outside, and the heavy snow won't stop for a while.
Jiang Yue went downstairs in warm pajamas. She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at it for a long time. She put her fingers on the cold transparent glass and wrote a few words childishly through the fog covering it.
The servants at home now treat Jiang Yue more carefully than before. Before leaving in the early morning, my husband also told them to take good care of them.
The housekeeper stood behind her: "Madam, lunch is ready, please rest your stomach first."
After a pause, maybe he felt that she liked to see the snow, and after thinking about it, he said in a low voice: "The weather forecast shows that it will snow heavily for several days. It will be the same if you look at it after dinner."
Jiang Yue reluctantly took back her hand. She was also a little hungry. She had consumed too much energy last night and her stomach was already empty.
She went to the restaurant.
The housekeeper glanced at the glass curiously. The writing on it had not dissipated yet. The words that were prominent and clear were a bit too shocking.
——[Zhou Ji, a big fool. 】
Her handwriting is beautiful.
The pen is sharp and elegant, and the font is thin.
If you ignore the content, this can be regarded as a good calligraphy work.
It just so happened that the husband's phone number came over. It was probably because the wife didn't look at her phone, or maybe she saw it and didn't pay attention to him.
"Is she awake?"
"Have someone wake her up and get something to eat."
The housekeeper quickly replied: "Sir, my wife is awake."
Zhou Ji asked: "What is she doing now?"
The housekeeper thought for a moment and decided to put it mildly: "My wife is having lunch at the moment."
Zhou Ji agreed and seemed to want to know more: "What happened just now?"
The housekeeper snorted. He really had a headache. He didn't know what to say. You can't say that your wife was looking at the snow just now. By the way, you are a big idiot.
The living room of the villa is monitored.
The housekeeper couldn't hide it, so he could only send the words that his wife had just written on the glass to his husband in silence.
Zhou Ji received the photo and was initially surprised by her beautiful calligraphy.
The font is cool and unrestrained, arrogant and awe-inspiring, showing a majestic character.
After admiring it for a moment, he realized that these people were scolding him.
Big idiot?
The man smiled silently, thinking it didn't matter.
But he suddenly sighed again, not knowing whether to say that Jiang Yue is smart or not smart now. Her temper has not changed much, she does as she pleases, and her likes and dislikes are obvious.
She didn't seem to be covering up at all.
No matter how a person's personality changes, even if it is a completely different change, it is impossible for his handwriting to change drastically.
The handwriting has already been formed and cannot be changed.
When I got married, the two words I signed were completely different from what they are now.
In fact, Zhou Ji could hardly remember what Jiang Yue was like in the past.
After the two received their certificates, there was no unnecessary contact.
Assistant Shen saw that Mr. Shen seemed to be distracted and reminded him softly: "Sir, the meeting is about to start."
Zhou Ji came back to his senses and said calmly: "I know."
He stood up and buttoned up his suit at will. He wore a suit and leather shoes, and his posture was upright. When he wasn't smiling, he had an air of calmness and aloofness: "Let's go."
Jiang Yue's days at home here are relatively leisurely.
After lunch, she suddenly said: "I'm going to build a snowman."
The housekeeper looked embarrassed. It was several degrees below zero outside. My wife's health has never been good. If she catches the cold, she will inevitably get sick again. "Madam, it's very cold outside."
Jiang Yue is not very afraid of the cold. No matter how cold it is in Beijing, it can't compare to the cold wind at the border.
Although she has tender skin and tender flesh, she is not incapable of suffering.
"I think it's okay."
"How about I ask them to build one for you? Your body may not be able to withstand the cold wind and snow outside."
Jiang Yue knew that the housekeeper was very kind, but she didn't like what he said either.
Maybe she doesn't like to be controlled by nature, and she's not some fragile porcelain that can't do anything.
Jiang Yue said no more and walked straight outside.
The wind blowing against her face penetrated down her neck and into her body. It was indeed very cold, but it was still within the acceptable range for her.
At least the wind and snow are not like knives. They are not only cold but also not painful when scraped on the face.
Jiang Yue concentrated on building a snowman in the yard. For a few moments, she felt as if she had returned to the past, to the courtyard of the Princess Palace. She was wearing a cloak and running around in the snow with great interest. Finally, she made a snowman. A tall snowman.
Her fingers were now red from the cold, and she put on fluffy gloves to protect herself from the biting frost. She was just about to get up from the snowball, when she heard the voice of the housekeeper behind her.
"Young Master, it's cold outside."
Zhou Zhengchu was sent to his old house in the morning and was sent back at noon. After finishing his homework, he couldn't wait to go to his mother's bedroom without seeing her.
Then I saw my mother making a snowman in the yard.
He ran downstairs and rushed out like a gust of wind.
The little boy only wore an off-white sweater, his cheeks were red, his eyes were round, dark, and as bright as stars.
Jiang Yue saw the little boy running in front of her and heard him ask cautiously: "Mom, can I join your game?"
Jiang Yue glanced at the thin clothes on his body and was silent for a few seconds. She took off the scarf from her neck and slowly wrapped it around the boy's neck. The soft wool almost covered the lower half of his face, covering it up. Strictly speaking, only the beautiful black and shiny eyes are revealed.
The little boy seemed a little confused.
After that, there was an overwhelming surge of love.
He clutched the scarf his mother gave him and felt so happy.
This was the happiest winter he had ever lived.
When it was cold and snowy, he got his wish and got into a piece of warm soil.
